Bright sunshine shines on the streets of Black Prison.

The trees on both sides of the street are flourishing, and the sunlight shines through the leaves on the ground, like torn pieces of paper, mottled with glaze. Chen Yang and Anzixuan were sitting in a carriage. He lifted the curtain and looked out of the window.

Such a scene, such an ancient street, Chen Yang looked at it and suddenly felt like a dream.

"Brother Lin, what are you thinking about?" Ann Zixuan asked Chen Yang when he saw that he was stunned.

Chen Yang was shocked, then smiled and said, "I'm just thinking that life is a wonderful thing....